"Whaddya say we get some pizzas?" Clint asked me. I frowned and thought of how much grease was in just one slice. Dave and Bob were upstairs getting ready for their 'date that wasn't a date' with Atlantica and Nycto. According to Clint the two of them hadn't shut up about it since skating last night.

"Um, I dunno," I answered, thinking a salad would be better.

"Aw come on! Since when do you say no to pizza?" Clint whined and gave me big puppy dog eyes.

"Okay, fine," I conceeded, "Don't look at me like that!"

"Yes!" He pumped his fist and grinned at me, "Now there's two of us. You reckon three's enough?"

"Three?" I asked incredulously.

"You're right," He nodded and picked up the phone, "We'll get four."

I sighed and rolled my eyes, "Don't forget the garlic bread."

"Ooh, thanks," He gave me the thumbs up and ordered our dinner. I silently wondered how I was gonna manage eating the pizza. I could always throw it up afterwards, I thought to myself as Clint hung the phone up and grinned at me.

I grinned back, "Okay, what are we gonna watch tonight?"

"I dunno. You in the mood for anything? Scary, funny... romantic?" He cast me a sideways glance quickly and quickly got up to scan the selection of movies in the cupboard.

Dave and Bob came bounding down the stairs excitedly. They both looked great, like they'd just thrown their outifts on and looked good. I knew better though, it probably took them hours to perfect that look.

"We're going," Dave grinned at us on his way through the room, Bob jingled his keys as he followed Dave.

"Have fun," I smiled. They both looked so cute, all excited about seeing Nycto and Atlantica.

"Yeah," Clint echoed, "Have fun." He batted his eyelashes at them and giggled as Bob flipped him the bird. I smirked at Clint as he pulled a sad expression.

"Aww... poor baby," I cooed, trying unsuccessfully to hold in my laughter. He poked his tongue out at me and returned his attention back to the movies.

*~*~*~*

I grinned as I spotted Nycto and Atlantica outside the movie theatre together. I nudged Bob and grinned at him. He grinned back as we walked up to them.

"Evening ladies," I tipped my imaginary hat.

"Good sirs," Atlantica curtsied and laughed softly.

"Shall we?" Bob asked, holding his arm out to Nycto, she grinned and hooked her arm through his. Atlantica and I followed them inside the theatre. I raked my eyes over Atlantica's body, taking in what she was wearing. Tight, flared jeans, a white revealing peasant top and leather Jesus sandals. Nycto was wearing flared jeans and a funky yellow three-quarter shirt that had 'Almost Famous' printed on it in sparkly writing, accompanied by purple Doc Martens. I glanced down at my outift as we stood inline to buy the tickets and grinned. Fitted jeans, cuffed up at the bottom, black low-cut Chuck Berry All Stars and my black sleeveless 'Metal Rocks' shirt. Bob was wearing dark denim jeans, a long-sleeved white button-up shirt that he'd rolled the sleeves up and his orange Nike joggers. I put my hand over Atlantica's as she got her wallet out and grinned at her.

"Can I pay?" I asked.

"Oh, um... sure thanks," She smiled at me and I felt my heart skip as I paid for her ticket and handed it to her. Bob craftily paid for Nycto's when she wasn't looking. He handed her a ticket.

"But... I," She stuttered, "Um, thank you."

He beamed at me as we headed towards cinema three and waited in the long line.

"This is an unusually long line," Bob commented as we slowly moved forward.

"Hello," Nycto laughed, "It's Star Wars, of course the line's long."

I snickered at them and handed my ticket to the ticket collector and we walked inside. I placed my hand softly on the small of Atlantica's back, guided her into a row and I sat down next to her happily.

*~*~*~*

I watched in shock as Clint started on his ninth piece of pizza.

"What?" He asked after he swallowed.

"After all these years, I'm still shocked at how much you're able to eat," I shook my head and laughed, slowly taking a bite out of my second piece.

"I don't eat much, just compared to you I do," He defended himself as he took a sip of his Pepsi.

"Yes you do, not even Scott eats as much as you," I pointed out.

"What do you mean 'not even Scott'?" Scott asked as he came into the room and stole a piece of pizza, "Way to make me sound like a pig Christy," He laughed as Clint moved the pizza box away from him. "Dude, you've got more than enough here!"

I giggled as Diana came into the room and sat down next to me.

"Want some pizza?" I asked her.

"Sure," She grinned as I picked up one of the boxes and gave it to her. She picked up a large piece and took a huge bite, grinning at me as she put the box back down.

"Great, now there'll be none left for us," Clint joked as Scot grabbed another piece and settled himself down inbetween Diana's legs on the floor.

"Oh hush," I laughed as he pouted at me. I slowly finished off my pizza and grabbed another one. Suddenly I was starving.

*~*~*~*

My eyes widened as Christy grabbed her seventh piece of pizza. She was quickly catching up to me, I was one thirteen and starting to feel full, but I still felt the need to complain whenever Scott stole another piece. Christy smiled at me and stole some of my Pepsi. I grinned back, glad that it was just my imagination the other day when I thought she wasn't eating. A couple of minutes later Christy started to look pale.

"Are you okay?" I asked. She shook her head and took off upstairs. I shot Scott a confused look and took of after her. I found her in the bathroom, her head leaning against the cool tiles of the wall, her face looking slightly grey. I wet a face cloth and washed her face softly. "Felling better?" I asked softly. She nodded quietly as I got her a glass of water, "Slowly." I warned as she drank it.

She smiled at me, "Guess I ate too much, too fast." She said weakly.

"I'll say," I joked as I pulled her into a hug, "Come on, let's go back downstairs."

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